"...am I ever really there?"
This week on "What in the world is this a quote from?" Brought to you by the Barenaked Ladies song "For You". It's a great song and I would suggest you go and youtube it, but I know nobody will so I'll just skip that part.
I had so many good ideas for a new blog post just a couple of days ago, but that has since past and now I don't know what I was going to do.
My cousin and I have been back from our trip for over a month now so we all settled back into home. I must say, that kind of travelling is different from what I have done. The travelling I've done is either going to Africa for 2 or 3 months and staying in one spot, or going to one city (ie; Toronto or Ottawa) and staying in a hotel then coming back home. I totally enjoyed the whole staying in a city for a few days, then deciding where to go next and how to get there. There were quite a few morning where we woke up not knowing what we were going to do that day, and those days were some of the best.
My favourite parts probably were Doune Castle, Edinburgh and Bruges. Doune Castle for obvious reasons, that was cool to see and very enjoyable. Edinburgh as a city was beautiful, and although that hostel was the containers hostel, it was probably one of my favourites. Bruges I had heard so many good things about before we left from many, many different people and I think I agree with all of them. I definitely recommend that city to anyone travelling to Belgium. I liked Iceland to while we were there, but we only had just over 24 hours there so didn't get to see much. I would like to go again and maybe rent a car or something like that. That'd be cool.
Brussels and Dusseldorf were also very nice and would recommend them to anyone. Although I think Dusseldorf is a little less touristy, so it's still a nice city, but not as much to see, and definitely less English. I wish we could've gotten to Berlin, but it was too far and too expensive so maybe next time?
I don't know about any of you guys, but every once in a while, usually when I am travelling, there will be a certain time or a certain place where everything just seems right. I don't really know how to explain it and I don't even know if "seems right" is the correct way of putting it. Its a calm, quite moment where you just have to be quiet and soak up the moment and realize where you are and what you're a doing. Although quiet is not hard to do for me, but hopefully you kinda know what I mean.
I'll let you know the few moments I can recall where I felt like this (in no particular order)
The first one is after the 2013 Grey Cup. After all the crazy screaming, yelling and Heeeennnnrrryyy-ing that was included in the entire Grey Cup game, once almost everyone had left the stadium exept for only a few (a few as in likely a thousand or so, I don't really know) there was a moment. Once the cup had been presented and the fans all streamed out onto Albert St, my brother, his friend and I just stood in our seats and looked around for a few minutes. We didn't say anything (that I remember) and didn't try to rush out of Taylor Field. I don't know about the other 2, but I was just standing there soaking up the moment, yeah, it's just football, but to us in Saskatchewan, it's not really just football. After a while, we left the stadium and joined the other Rider fans on the street and so on, that was also wicked fun.
The second one was during my second trip to Ghana. I can't remember which day it was exactly, but it was close-ish to the end of my 5 months in total in Kumasi. At the very end of the day, I ended up sitting of the roof of the building next to my house. I wrote about it before but that was a while ago, it was a 2 or 3 story building that was in the same yard as where I stayed in Kumasi, I was kinda the shell of a building that at one point was going to be built, but never really got to being finished. I would quite often find myself on the roof of this building, you could see a lot of Kumasi from there, and also could see a beautiful sunset as well. This one night in particular, I found myself on the roof just listening to the city at night. I don't remember what was special about the one evening, but it was memorable.
The last one I can think of at this moment is the day after Remembrance Day last year. Yeah, I know, how could I not say Remembrance Day itself. While it was the entire reason for the trip and was one of the most memorable days of my life, there was to many people around to have that one quiet moment. No, the time I'm talking about is the day after, I had a few hours before I had to go to the airport to fly home, so I decided to go back to the War Memorial and see if the poppies we had all put on the Tomb of the Unknown Soldier were still there. They all were, along with other notes and letters and things left for those who fought for our country. While there were still people there, it was considerably less people, and I think we were all kinda thinking the same thing. Nobody really spoke to each other, we just stood there thinking, or reading the notes and letters left behind. I don't know if I could ever explain that feeling. It was just as powerful to be at that place the day after Remembrance Day.
Ok, that was a little too deep. I feel like I need a joke to lighten the mood. What did the blanket say when it fell off the bed? Oh Sheet. Hahaha C'mon, that was hilarious. No? Well, it made me giggle.
Now I don't really know how to end this. So I'll just...umm....bye?
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